Page 32 of Serpentine
“She was still smiling when I got her into the shower. I think she’ll be fine,” I say, moving for the stairs.
“Are we alright?” he asks next.
I stop, looking up the stairs, hand on the upward railing. “Why wouldn’t we be fine? We’ve shared before.”
When I turn back, he pins me with a look that says stop being an idiot. “She’s different. If I can feel it, I know you can.”
Also, there are the lingering feelings from a kiss we shared years ago, but we won’t discuss that.
Never that.
I nod absently. “Yeah, I feel it. But she’s a means to an end, right? We can have fun while she’s here. But she’ll be gone soon.”
His head nods, but his eyes say he’s already dug in. Not to hide in his lair but to her.
I turn, moving toward him, careful not to get within his safe space. “Hey, she can’t stay here. You know that, right?”
He’s bigger than I am—taller by an inch and massive—but sometimes, I still see the skinny, dirt-covered boy Dad had brought home one winter’s day.
“I know that, Miles. I just…” he trails off, closing his eyes as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I know. She’s a means to an end.”
It’s always easy to speak logically with Braxton. I used to hate it, but in times like these, I appreciate it.
When I return to my room, I find Aella sitting on the edge of the bed in a towel. As I approach, she smiles at me, something unsaid drifting through her eyes.
“I have nothing to wear.” She giggles sheepishly.
“Well, I expected that. For now, you can wear these.” I hand her a pile of clothes. “They’re Whitney’s. She’s Kylo’s girl. She stays in the clubhouse a lot with him and is always leaving shit behind. I’ll take you to get some clothes once you’re dressed.”
She stands and drops the towel away after looking at me questioningly. Her body is curvy, and her stomach is something my teeth itch to sink into.
Her arms lift to cover her full breasts, and I swat them away. “Beautiful,” I say huskily.
Her baby blues look up at me, pouty lips wet from her tongue sliding across them. All I can think about are those same lips wrapped around Braxton’s dick. I hate myself because I don’t hate the image.
My hands have a mind of their own, lifting and traveling over her breasts, her sides, her stomach, finally landing on her hips. “Fuck, how any man resisted you as long as that twat of a fiancé of yours did is one of the seven wonders, princess.”
“But neither of you have…” she trails off as my eyes snap to hers.
“Neither of us has what?”
Say it, please say it.
It’ll give me an opening to tell her how much I want to sink into her tight body and hear the noises she’ll make as I fuck her slowly, pushing through the resistance I know she has inside her.
She shakes her head. “Nothing.” Reaching behind her, she grabs for the leggings and shirt.
“No underwear?” she asks.
I grin ruefully. “I prefer you without them.” When her cheeks flush, I chuckle. “I figured you didn’t want to share hers, and I forgot to wash the clothes you dropped into my hamper.”
She nods, shimmying the leggings over her hips before sliding into the shirt.
I open my phone as she looks at her feet. As I dial up Alice, I throw her a pair of sandals I’d found, hoping they’d fit. I’m unsure who they belong to, but she’ll have her things soon.
“Hello, Oakwood Boutique, Alice speaking. How may I help you today?” Alice’s customer service voice is on point today, and I smirk because I know she’d hate what I’d just thought.
“Hey, it’s Miles. I need the boutique today. Private shopping spree,” I tell her, and she doesn’t hesitate to tell me she’ll close right now.